Opposite the channel cut out by the steamer, they drove their paddles deep and darted into the calm dead water.

The waiting group received them with open arms, helping them up the bank and carrying their shell after them.
In its bottom were two leather mail-pouches, a couple of blankets, coffee-pot and frying-pan, and a scant grub-sack.

As for the men, so frosted were they, and so numb with the cold, that they could hardly stand.

Dave Harney proposed whiskey, and was for haling them away at once; but one delayed long enough to shake stiff hands with Jacob Welse.
"She's coming," he announced.

"Passed her boat an hour back.